I’ll Become a Villainess That Will Go Down in History

“I’ll tell you why, shall I?” Jane butts in.
“That girl? She says she admires you.
She apparently was growing her hair out because she wanted it to be more like your long, beautiful,” cutting herself off, she pauses for a split second.
“–creepy, unsettling hair,” she finishes, glaring savagely at me.

Despite the pure hatred in her eyes, she’s still being rather nice to me.
She even complimented my hair, even if it was by accident.

“And? So what?”

Jane laughs at my question, a cackling, manic laugh.

…..Scary.
She almost looks like a murderer laughing maniacally over her kill.

“It’s an utter disgrace! It’s disturbing that anyone could admire the likes of you! So I merely helped her see the error of her ways.
I cut her hair before the insanity could get any worse.
And look at her now.
She’s crying! It’s because she admires someone like you that she’s had to go through all this suffering!”

After finishing her tirade, Jane turns her glare on the girl with the light purple hair who is still sitting huddled on the floor.

……Hmm, in our time apart, Jane seems to have….
changed a bit.
She actually seems like she could be dangerous.
Her honor’s student vibes are also no where to be found now.
Could she have really changed this much just because I punched her once….?

“However, I still fail to see why you needed me here for this?”

“Because it’s your fault that she’s fallen into this wretched state! Don’t you feel any remorse!?” Jane stiffens at my question, seeming taken aback, before she practically spits out her reply.

“No.
Not particularly,” I say dispassionately.

The moment the words pass my lips, the atmosphere throughout the whole dining hall changes.

…..Ah, what a familiar mood.
It’s as if the air is humming with all the criticism and censure that the crowd would love nothing more than to throw at me.

With wide, gaping eyes, Jane cries compassionately, “How heartless.”

“….That’s rather rude.
How am I supposed to react? I don’t even know this girl, and I have no interest in the weak.”

“But it’s because of you that she’s in this state!?”

“No, it’s not.
This wasn’t my fault, Jane.
It’s yours.”

“But you’re the one that made me act this way!” Jane screeches impatiently.

….Well that clinches it.
That punch really must have come as a terrible shock to her.
However! Even if I am the one that made her become this way, I don’t feel any sense of responsibility for this situation.

“She’s right. You’re the one who cut my beloved hair.”

Wow, what a wonderful voice.

As I think this, I turn to look behind Jane at the light purple haired girl.
She’s now on her feet and glaring fixedly at Jane.

Her gaze certainly packs a marvelous punch to it.
And despite her completely disheveled hair, her posture is elegant, refined.

“It looks like she really is a fan of yours, Alicia,” Gilles notes.

“You think?”

“The way she holds herself and her piercing glare would make it seem so.
Plus, she probably talked back to Jane like that because she wanted you to recognize her efforts,” Gilles offers matter-of-factly.

I glance down at her hair still lying scattered about the floor and then back up at the girl.

…..It looks like another impressive character has appeared.